We stutter and we stammer till You say us
A symphony of chaos till You play us
Phrases on the pages of unknown

Till You read us into poetry and prose

We are kept and we are captive till You free us

Vaguely unimagined till You dream us
Aimlessly unguided till You lead us home
By Your voice, we speak

By Your strength, no longer weak
We are no longer weak


By Your wounds we are healed
(Tell me, what kind of love is this...)
By Your wounds we are healed

Passed over and passed by until You claim us
Orphaned and abandoned till You name us
Hidden and undisclosed till You expose our hearts

By Your death we live
It is by Your gift that we might give
That we might give


By Your wounds we are healed
(Tell me, what kind of love is this...)

By Your wounds we are healed

What kind of love would take your shame

And spill His blood for you
And save us by His wounds?


By Your wounds we are healed
(Tell me, what kind of love is this...)
By Your wounds we are healed

What kind of love is this?
(Tell me, what kind of love is this...)
(By Your wounds we are healed)

Tell me, what kind of love is this?